I'm mowing the lawn like a good girl (yes, I even volunteered to mow the lawn.. I enjoy doing it).
So I'm cruising along.
Listening to the Who.
There was a butterfly.
It was hobbling around.
So I didn't want to kill it.
Cause killing butterflies is like the epitome of cruel eh?
I mean - who wants to die between the horrible blades of the lawn mower?
Being smashed between them?
Those delicate wings...
And it looked like a freakin' cripplie.
So I waited for it to go on.
I sat with the lawn mower running for a minute.
*fly little butterfly - fly away!*
[I would have stopped the lawn mower but the thing is I can't start it. Don't know why. It jerks my arm and never makes a sound. So I get my dad to. I love to mow the lawn, honestly, but I can't start it]
And then I went around it.
I came back to the same spot... there it was.
So I waited.
I move closer.
Now the butterfly can feel the whirring blade's wind blowing towards it.
Grass particles pelting it.
And it didn't move.
And went around it.
Now our lawn has a big patch where the grass is tall.
"Um Dad.. sorry about the square. Yeah. There was a butterfly... yeah. It's now called Butterfly Land. Yes. The butterfly has a name. I named it Fredrick."
So I figured, why not get a picture of it?
I grab my camera.
I figured, it didn't move when the lawn mower was inches from it roaring horribly... I'll just sneak up.
I sneak up so slowly.
It was a fraud.. no cripple.
It could fly.
I was sad.
So I mow next to it, and it stays. I sneak up on it and it flies away.
And now our lawn has a square.
I think that I'll say that aliens landed... but instead of a crop circle where the grass is cut in a circle and lower than the field.. well, the grass is higher, not cut, and in a square, not circle.